Ibuku Jadi Istriku Novels & Stories

Ada's Pov My name is Ada, I am Ebuka's wife. I was not supposed to speak my mind in this story but circumstances are different now. I have a feeling that my husband is cheating on me and might possibly be gay, sadly I have no proof. It all began when he employed the new boy Bisi. Ebuka was always singing his praise of how hardworking and intelligent he was. He started inviting him for functions at our home which he had never done before to any other staff of his.

What I am doing wify? You are trying to make me pregnant again I know you very well.... Ibrahim srimke and says you know me very well..... She says Ibrahim no I don't want a second child right now he gets angry and says what did you say? Say it again? Ibrahim I mean to say ibak is very small.... He grab her hair and says you are mine I will do what ever I want to do saying this he made love to her..... After few days mehak feels uneasiness and weekness she told her problem to

I hissed, seething with frustration, “Like I said, Luca, it's none of your damned business.” I snapped right back, ripping his hands off my neck before pushing him off, turning him around so that his back had hit the faucet and my elbow was pinned against his neck. “You are My wife Isabella!.” “I'm not! I'm just your trophy! Remember!” I asked, responding, my voice rising. Silence engulfed us both for our hearts hammering against each other's chest, heat spiked on my skin as a sheen of sweat formed on my temples.

“You may not be my wife, but you're carrying my child and that makes everything you do my bloody business.” “Spare me your noble care, Luca,” Isabella shot back. Her chest was rising and falling with fury now. “Are you under the impression that you have any control over me? I am not a prisoner, and I owe you no explanation about where I go, what I do, and who I talk to.” “You don't owe me any explanation?” He barked furiously, stepping closer to her. “You disappeared for two years, changed your name, abandoned your past…and now you're doing what? Linking up with old flames and drinking yourself silly while you're pregnant with my child?”

"What have I done? You already know, don't you? You had Jocelyn possess a cat and sent it to me so she could drain my life. "The two of you planned it all out together. Drain me dry, let me wither and die, and then she takes my place as first wife while you carry on being the distinguished Mr. Hughes. All I did was find your little cat 50 toms to breed with, and you can't even handle that?" Edmund's face flushed a deep red. "What nonsense are you spouting?" "Nonsense?" I reached into my sleeve, pulled out a sheet of paper, and unfolded it slowly.

'' Nina giggled with a blushing face. ''Nin... How exciting is she laughing?'' asked Rena, seriously watching Nina. ''Yes... What's like that? The behavior of Kak Gavin and Kak Anindira like this is what makes many people misunderstand.'' ''What?'' asked Anindira, surprised. ''INCEST!'' replied Nina firmly. ''AMIT-AMIT!'' shouted Anindira and Gavin together. (Amit-amit means God forbid, I think something like that) ''Ha ha ha...''

"Gulaab, hum nahi jaante humne aapke saath kal raat kya kiya. Lekin, hum kabhi nahi chahte the vo sab. Hum bass aapko or Ibrahim ko saath dekhke khafa the. Or apne khwabgah me aake mandira nosh farma rahe the. Hume bass itna yaad hai ki hum pee rahe the or aap aayi thi. Humne kabhi nahi socha tha... Ki hum aapke saath kabhi bhi esi ghinoni harkat karenge. Begum hai aap hamari. Aap to kya hum kisi bhi aurat ko chune se pehle das bar sochenge. Naa jane humse ye gunah kese ho gyaa. Hum nahi jaante ki humne aap kitna dard kal raat. Lekin, hum aapse bass itna kehna chahte hai ki aapko pasand karne lage hai... Or aap jo bhi saja dengi Hume manjoor hogi. Chahe to hamari jaan le lijiye." "Gulaab, I

“Luca… please… harder… fuck me… I’m your wife… show him… show him I’m yours…” Luca fucked her relentlessly, deep, rough, every thrust shaking the bed, his hand fisting her hair, yanking her head back so she faced her uncle, the other hand slapping her ass hard, leaving red handprints, the wet, filthy sound of her soaked pussy swallowing his cock filled the room. “Tell him,” Luca ordered. Isabella’s voice broke. “I’m Luca’s wife… I’m his… fuck… he owns me… he fucks me better than anyone ever will… look at me, Uncle… look at what you sold…”

Sonia tersenyum licik, dia menggunakan kesempatan ini untuk membujuk Pak Yusuf agar membelanya dan menyerang Monica, kalau sampai dia terguncang psikologinya pasti Monica akan keguguran begitulah apa yang ada di pikiran Sonia saat ini. “Pak Yusuf aku taku aku pernah melakukan itu. Tapi itu semua karena Anton berjanji akan menjadikan aku istri kedua. Dia bilang Monica tidak pandai memuaskannya di ranjang,” ucap Sonia sambil berpura-pura sedih. "You have to accept the fact that your husband turned away because of your own fault. You are incompetent to serve your husband as a wife. So stop bullying my lover," said Mr. Yusuf.

Zaphrina grunted. Married to a stripper [blackbook1] is completed.